So I just came from my pediatrician. I asked him if he could refer me to a therapist for Depression and he takes it nicely and gives me a paper. Right after we leave, my mom has the nerve to make fun of me about it. So I tell her that’s not funny I can have a serious disorder. And inside I’m breaking at the seams. Even my own mother is a bully. An insensitive prick at that. She see’s me about to break and says go ahead whine. Who the actual fucking fuck does that. I hate her with a passion it’s not even funny.